Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

Old Qiao ignored the question from Fatty Huang's mother and shouted to the group of parents, "The parents whose names I'm calling come over here. Go inside and confirm the child's situation with the case officer, and then you can take the child home. But remember to discipline the child strictly after you take him home, and don't do it again. This is the second time this has happened. If it happens again, we will contact the work-study school. Don't say I, Old Qiao, am heartless then."

In addition to Zhao Erga's father, the other three parents who were taken to the hospital were also kept. They were admitted to the hospital together with Bang Geng because they were the main participants in the fight and they also contributed to the broken teeth of Fatty Huang. Therefore, the compensation issue of both parties needed these people to sit down and discuss.

Zhao Erga's father was so angry when he heard that his second son was the instigator and organizer of this incident that he slammed the table. Zhao Erga was in the hospital and not beside him. If he was, his injury would probably be more serious than the beating by Bang Geng. But Zhao's father was angry at his son for misbehaving and at Bang Geng for beating his son. He thought that Zhao Erga just wanted to beat up Fatty Huang a few times, and he wouldn't be so angry that Jia Geng Geng would hit him with a brick. So he asked Jia Geng's family to pay for his son's medical expenses.

Qin Huairu had seen jerk kids before, but this was the first time she had seen such a jerk and ignorant parent. You want to hit someone and you have the right to do so, and you can only hit others and not others. Are you the Jade Emperor? Qin Huairu didn't plan to go down and quarrel with this rude thing. It was meaningless, it didn't make sense, and it was a waste of words.

Fatty Huang's mother didn't admit it. Her son was beaten because of the incident. The bastard father said it was just a few beatings. The uncle could tolerate it but the aunt couldn't. She didn't care that this was the police station and cursed, "It's really a case of the top beam being crooked and the bottom beam being crooked. If there is a bastard father, there will be a bastard son. Just a few beatings, are you talking like a human being? It's not your son who was beaten. If your son was beaten, this is not okay. If you want compensation, you should compensate my son first."

"I won't compensate you for anything. My son is also injured. I want the Jia family to compensate me first."

Huang's mother was still confronting Zhao's father, but Qin Huairu looked at Lao Qiao pitifully and said with tears in her eyes, "Chief Qiao, you also know the situation of my family. I am raising three children and an old lady by myself. Life is hard and I can't afford the compensation. And you just said that it seems that the Zhao family's children are the culprits who provoked the incident. My Banggeng was just helping his classmates." Speaking of her son, Qin Huairu remembered that the police station had not seen Banggeng, so she asked, "How is my Banggeng? Is he injured?"

Old Joe answered truthfully: "Bang Geng and Huang Pang were fighting against many people. Although not many people actually attacked them, they were still injured. They had wounds on their heads, faces and bodies."

Qin Huairu sobbed softly, "Jia Dongxu, you died and ended everything. You left this mess to me, and let people bully us widows and orphans at will. If you were alive, you would fight anyone who touched your son. Now, your son has been beaten, and we have to pay for his medical expenses. Is there any justice in this world?"

The voice was not loud, but the room was not big either. Everyone in the room heard Qin Huairu's words clearly. Not to mention the police officers who were on the side of justice, even the parents of the children who fought with Zhao Erga were ashamed: Our children are not afraid of fighting, but they can't be bastards. They have to admit their mistakes and stand at attention when they are beaten. They can't be unreasonable. Although no one blamed Zhao's father, their expressions showed that they didn't want to be with him.

Seeing Qin Huairu crying, Old Qiao couldn't bear it, so he handed her his handkerchief and said, "Qin Huairu, Zhao Erga's father asked you to pay for the medical expenses, but I didn't say that. If you really do what he said, it would be really unfair. I just wanted to criticize Zhao..." Old Qiao turned around and asked Zhao's father, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Meng."

Old Qiao continued, "Well, Zhao Meng, I wanted to criticize you just now. You are really unreasonable. What Huang's mother said about hitting people is reasonable? If he was not 14 years old, I would have thrown him into jail. The troublemaker still wants compensation. You are so beautiful. If you say it, whoever has the bigger fist will have the final say, and whoever makes trouble unreasonably will get compensation. What do we need the police for? What do we need the court for?"

Zhao Meng, who originally wanted to make some noise, heard Lao Qiao's tone becoming increasingly stern, so he had no choice but to listen.

Old Qiao looked at the parents of the other children and said, "You have seen what the Zhao family is like. Talk to your children about it and let them know who can play and who can't."

Hearing what Old Qiao said, Zhao Meng protested: "Deputy Director Qiao, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with our Zhao family? What do you mean you can't play with my child?"

"What did I say? I said your Zhao family is doing well, very well, and very well." Old Qiao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Let's not waste any more time talking about other nonsense. Now let me tell you what we think we should do: First, the Zhao family and your families must compensate Jia Geng and Fatty Huang for their medical expenses, especially the cost of Fatty Huang's tooth filling. Our people will tell us the exact amount when they come back from the hospital. The proportion among your families will be 40% for the Zhao family and 50% for the other families. You should pay for your children's medical expenses yourself."

"Why?" Zhao Meng disagreed.

"Just because your Zhao Erga is the leader, he is the mastermind, and the others are accomplices. Second, as I just said to those who left first, this is the second time. As the old saying goes: once, twice, but never again. Next time, we send your children to work-study schools or prisons, don't come to me to plead for them. That's their own fault, and it's also the negligence of you parents."

Seeing that Zhao Meng was still a little unconvinced, Old Qiao raised his lips and said, "Zhao Meng, you don't have to take my words seriously. You can completely indulge Zhao Erga. It doesn't matter. Let's wait and see whether you are more powerful or the people's democratic dictatorship is more powerful. You have to leave the compensation money before you can take Zhao Erga away. Otherwise, he will stay in the detention room."

Zhao Meng saw that Lao Qiao was very dissatisfied with him, so he didn't waste any words and finally paid the medical expenses honestly. In fact, the medical expenses had already been paid to the hospital by the police who responded to the call, and the money was returned to the police who paid for it.

After paying the compensation, Zhao Meng angrily took Zhao Erga home. On the way, he kept looking at Zhao Erga's head wrapped in gauze, his anger burning. After finally getting home, he pulled out a wooden stick as thick as two fingers from behind the door and swung it at Zhao Erga's butt and legs. For a while, the Zhao family was in chaos and people wailed everywhere, "Dad, stop hitting me, I was wrong, stop hitting me, it hurts, ah." After a long time, Zhao Meng stopped waving the wooden stick after Zhao Erga begged hoarsely, and cursed, "You're 14 years old, and you can't even beat an 11-year-old kid. What are you living for?" After that, he threw the wooden stick on the ground and went back to the house to lie down.

Zhao's mother, who had been biting her hand in the back room to hold back her tears, dared to come over to see her son's condition. Zhao Erga had only good flesh on his head and face, and his back, buttocks, and legs were covered with blood. Zhao Erga's squeaky sound broke Zhao's mother's heart. She helped her son lie down, and found safflower oil for treating stick injuries. She rubbed her son's hands little by little to dissolve the blood stasis, while secretly wiping away tears.